Reborn in 1965, I can obtain resources just by sweeping the floor.

"What I was talking about was no big deal. Tomorrow, have a few of them come over to study with Nianchen and the others. It'll be a good opportunity to find them some study partners..."

Su Chen knew all of Yang Dazhuang's children. The oldest was eleven years old, and the youngest was only three. Every time Su Chen went to Yang Dazhuang's house, the children would follow him around calling him "Uncle, Uncle" incessantly.

"Thank you then. I don't expect them to achieve anything great. As long as they can write their own names, they won't be laughed at when they go out in the future."

Hearing that Su Chen had agreed, Yang Dazhuang happily raised his glass.

……

"Uncle Su, we're here. Look, these are the notebooks and pencils my grandpa got for us."

The next morning, the children arrived at Su Chen's house early, and Yang Tiezhu excitedly took out the things that Yang Dazhuang had given them the night before.

"Nianchen, today you'll be their little teacher. Teach them what you learned the other day..."

Su Chen placed the simple blackboard made of wood and ink against the wall and had Nian Chen write down what they had learned over the past few days.

"Don't worry, brother, I can definitely teach them. Let's learn pinyin first. This is 'a'..."

Seeing Su Nianchen's serious expression, Su Chen nodded, then let the others study in the room while he went directly to the clinic in front.

……

"I'll tell you this character is pronounced 'Yang,' the same 'Yang' as in our surname Yang. This character is pronounced..."

Under a big tree, seventeen or eighteen children gathered together. Yang Tiezhu stood in the middle, holding a small wooden stick and looking very proud. After these days of learning, he was already able to write his own name fluently.

"Wow! Brother Zhu, you're amazing! So this is Yang. Can you write my name?"

"Brother Zhu, I want one too! I want to write my own name on it too."

Seeing the admiring looks on the faces of his dozen or so friends, Yang Tiezhu's little vanity was greatly satisfied.

"Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu, can we go to school with you? I also want to write my own name."

A chubby-faced child walked up to Yang Tiezhu, tugged at Yang Tiezhu's clothes, and asked a question in a low voice.

"Well... Yang Gouwa, I don't know if Uncle Su will let you study. Why don't we go and ask him together? Uncle Su is a very nice person and he should agree."

Yang Tiezhu scratched his head, said something somewhat guiltily, and then led a group of children toward Su Chen's house.

"Uncle Su, we want to go to school too."

"Uncle Su, I also want to learn how to write my own name. We will definitely be good!"

A dozen or so children arrived at the entrance of the clinic and started shouting all at once.

"what's the situation?"

Seeing the group of children rushing to the door, Su Chen was a little stunned. Were all the children in this era so eager to learn? It was so different from when he was in school.

"Uncle Su, please give me a beating, it was me..."

Seeing that Su Chen didn't speak, Yang Tiezhu thought Su Chen was angry, so he lowered his head and carefully walked over from the side, quietly recounting what had happened.

"Oh, I see. It's alright, your uncle isn't blaming you. Since they all want to learn, then come on over."

Su Chen patted Yang Tiezhu on the head without scolding him. Actually, this was not bad; Su Nianchen and the others could make more friends.

Soon, word spread throughout Kaoshantun that Su Chen was teaching children to write at home, and more and more children came to his house to learn. Eventually, the room couldn't hold them all, so he had to let them study under the big tree outside.

“Little brother, this can’t go on. We don’t have time to teach so many children. Nianchen and Muchen have to take time out of their schedules to teach them, which is putting their own studies at a disadvantage.”

Bai Peiyao frowned as she looked at the thirty-odd children outside the gate.

“Sister Yao Yao, I’ve thought about this for a long time, but I haven’t had a suitable opportunity. There are too many people now, and our house can’t hold them all. So let’s build a primary school in the village. I’ll go talk to Village Chief Yang tonight and see what he says.”

The idea of ​​building a school came to Su Chen's mind after he adopted Su Nianchen and Su Muchen. However, at that time, the conditions did not allow it. Su Chen knew that he did not have the face to build a school for the two of them. Now that so many children in the village need to study, building a school is a natural thing to do.

“Xiao Chen, I would definitely support building a school with both hands, but you also need to understand that building a school is not just a matter for one or two families, but for the whole village. There will definitely be people who object.”

“Our village made some money selling medicinal herbs this year, but we promised everyone that each household would receive a share of the money during the Spring Festival. If we use that money to build a school, those families without children will definitely not agree, and even those families with children may not agree.”

Sitting in the courtyard, Yang Dazhuang couldn't help but smile wryly after hearing Su Chen's purpose.

“Uncle Yang, it won’t actually cost you much money. If you’re just building an adobe house, you’ll need money for the doors, windows, and roof tiles, but you can do the rest yourself. Didn’t you get some money for making waterwheels for another village a while ago? I can donate my share. The rest is up to you, Uncle Yang.”

In fact, Su Chen could have come up with a few hundred yuan himself, but he also understood that kindness is appreciated but excessive kindness breeds resentment. He wasn't exactly a pushover, and if it weren't for making it easier for Su Nianchen and Su Muchen to go to school, what difference would it make whether or not a school was built?

"Really? That's over a hundred yuan! Xiao Chen, I didn't misjudge you. Come with me to the village committee, and we'll talk to Accountant Yang and the others now, and then hold a village meeting tomorrow."

The next evening, after dinner, everyone in the village gathered at the village committee.

"Ahem, the reason I've gathered everyone here today is to discuss the learning situation of the children in our village."

"As everyone knows, the children have been learning from Dr. Su these past few days, but Dr. Su's house is already too small to accommodate all the children, so let's discuss whether we can build a primary school."

“Building a school? Am I dreaming? That would cost so much money. Does our village have that much money? We might as well share it with everyone. My son still hasn’t saved enough for his bride price.”

“I think building schools is a good idea, but where will the teachers come from? We can’t be the ones teaching the children.”

Upon hearing Yang Dazhuang mention building a school, a commotion immediately arose from below.

Seeing the whispers and discussions among the crowd below, Yang Dazhuang did not interrupt them. Instead, he turned to chat with Accountant Yang, the village secretary, who was standing next to him.

After a few minutes, the commotion below gradually subsided, and Yang Dazhuang finally spoke.

"Everyone, please don't rush. Let me finish. There are two sums of money in the village right now. One is the money from selling medicinal herbs, and the other is the money we made from helping other villages build waterwheels a while ago. Of course, we can't touch the money from selling medicinal herbs. We'll save that money to distribute to everyone during the New Year."

"We earned a total of over 280 yuan from building the waterwheel. According to the original agreement, half of this money was supposed to belong to Dr. Su, but he said that if a school was built in the village, he would give all of this money to him. With this 280 yuan, we could build a few mud-brick classrooms..."

Before Yang Dazhuang could finish speaking, the crowd below erupted in uproar. They could hardly believe their ears. That was more than 140 yuan! They said they would give it to the village to build a school, and it was given to the village just like that. You know, the family that received the most money in the village last year didn't even get five yuan. How many years would it take to save up more than 100 yuan?

“Village chief, Dr. Su, a former educated youth, has already donated his money. It’s too ungrateful of us to keep complaining. I agree to build a school. Even though I’m just an old bachelor, I know that only when the school is built will the children in the village have a bright future. Anyone who dares to object can come and argue with me, Yang Mancang.”

Yang Mancang was the most senior and prestigious person in Kaoshantun. When he stood up to support the construction of the school, the others exchanged glances and stopped opposing him.